Happy Monday

After a long time feeling a bit hopeless about my future prospects, Monday brought frenzied activity and lots to do. I had a call from a dear friend asking for my advice in a hurry on a briefing document for a major client. I read, commented on and turned the pitch around in an hour, then finished a translation from Italian into English of a three thousand word essay, then rushed off to give a lecture on The History of Art. This is the sort of life I could really go for. If only every Monday could be like this.

Þú ert leikstórinn í þínu lífi

An old one, but a good item to dig up again to initiate this new blog. I stumbled on this Icelandic confection on the Morgunblaðið homepage a while back now, and it's still going. The wording spoke to me, and still does. Perhaps now, more than ever. Of course, it’s just the usual advertising shtick from a bank (“Whatever you do, Trade Association stands beside you...”) but the rest of it just seemed very pertinent:
“What do you want to be? What do you want to learn? Where do you want to go? You are the (film/theatre) director of your own life...”




I suppose it’s aimed at beautiful Scandinavian women rather than at me, but nevertheless, it’s got a strong motivational sense behind it.